Properly Educating Assistant Manager Kim Mihui

“Hey! Did you just talk down to me?”

Assistant Manager Mihui snapped, her voice rising with fury.

Fucking bitch. So goddamn loud.

Maybe I should just rip that mouth of hers clean open.

—Creeeak…

I eased the supply closet door shut.

Even with the door closed, the fluorescent lights inside kept the room bright, so I could still see that bitch’s face perfectly.

Her personality was pure garbage, but her face was pretty enough.

Just thinking about training that bitch into a dog that obeyed every command already sent a thrill racing through me.

“Huh? What? Something wrong? You were the one dropping the formal speech first, weren’t you? Right, Mihui?”

“What?! You—?! Hey! Yu Sihyun! Have you lost your mind? You were already throwing attitude at Team Leader Ayeong and Yuri in the meeting room earlier. Fuck. Just because your face cleaned up a little, you think nothing can touch you? I’m Kim Mihui. Kim Mihui! Your direct senior at this company. Get your head straight while I’m still being nice. Keep this up and your remaining company life is going to be completely fucked.”

“What are you even saying? Seriously. What happens if you stop being nice, Mihui? Are you trying to scare me right now? Oh, I’m so terrified I’m going to die. Scary. So scary. Oh no, I’m shaking so hard I can barely stand.”

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui had a pride that ran bone-deep.

She couldn’t stand losing to anyone—man or woman.

Even in the original world, she had tried to dominate everyone around her.

She was the kind of trash who would even talk down to the elderly security guard.

And right now, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui was not in her right mind.

It wasn’t just anyone—it was that dog Yu Sihyun, the one who used to lick her boots and wag his tail for her in the original world, who was now toying with her.

Her face flushed a deep, furious red.

Rage had climbed all the way to the top of her head.

“Hey!!! You son of a bitch. You really want to die today? You fucking bastard. This is what I get for going easy on you lately. You’re really climbing up on me now. You fucking bastard—come to think of it, you walked into the meeting room late earlier and I dressed you down in front of everyone, didn’t I? You, you bastard! I held back because people were watching, but I don’t have to hold back now. Kneel. I said kneel! I’m going to give you a proper education today, you tiny-dicked little shit!”

Aigoo~ Look at that temper.

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.

Earlier she had held it in because people were watching and she was afraid of getting disciplined.

Now that no one was looking, she was letting the full force of her personality out.

Ah, what a pathetic bitch. Even her thinking is rotten.

And what was this “kneel” crap, like she was some street thug talking to a coworker?

Kneel.

Did she spend high school chewing gum and playing delinquent?

Just looking at her, she had the face of a schoolyard bully who used to pick on the good kids.

Yeah. That’s why the stupidity just radiates off her.

Today you walked right into it.

I’m going to pay back every student you ever school-violenced, all in one go.

“Wow~ Mihui. Scary. Really. What, you’re going to hit me if I don’t kneel? Did you run with a rough crowd in school, you fucking bitch?”

“What? Fucking bitch? You son of a bitch. Did you just curse at me? You tiny-dicked little shit, I’ve been watching and watching—”

“Watching and watching? What? What are you going to do about it? Hit me? Go ahead. Hit me if you can, you fucking bitch.”

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui’s brain started turning.

The only thing rattling around in that skull was rusted scrap metal, so I could practically hear the scrap grinding from here.

She looked herself over, then looked at me.

Physically, she must have thought she had the advantage.

She was nearly 180 cm tall, and I was only 168 cm.

Hoo~

She let out a breath and locked the supply closet door.

Looks like she’d made up her mind.

She turned back to me with a nasty little smile.

“You son of a bitch. I’m going to educate you properly today. You tiny-dicked disabled little shit. Back in school, I specialized in little climbers just like you. If this were high school, a loser like you wouldn’t even dare look me in the eye—and now you’re climbing up on me?! It’s been a while since something this fun showed up. You fucking bastard. Hands behind your back and stand still! If you don’t want to die right here, don’t move a muscle and just stand there.”

Ah, so we’re playing school bully at the company now?

She’s a real psycho, isn’t she?

A pitiful bitch who still can’t let go of being a high-school delinquent.

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui was even crazier than I’d thought.

A psycho like this needed her mental state thoroughly crushed so she would never think that way again.

Good. Good.

You walked right into this.

You fucking bitch.

I reeled you in perfectly!

For now, I’d play along obediently.

Time for a little acting?

“Assistant Manager Mihui, why are you doing this? Why lock the closet door?”

“Assistant Manager Mihui? Fuck. What, regretting it now? Come on, bark like you did earlier. You son of a bitch. Even if you regret it, it’s already too late. You disabled little shit. Stand back there. From now on, consider your company life completely fucked. I said stand still, you fucking bastard.”

I did exactly as Assistant Manager Kim Mihui wanted and went to stand at the back of the supply closet.

“Chin up. You son of a bitch. Don’t move. Or you’ll lose some teeth.”

I delivered a flawless trembling performance as I spoke.

“A-Assistant Manager Mihui. You’re not actually going to hit me, are you?”

“Fuck off, you disabled piece of shit. What, you gonna ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠report me for hitting you? Fuck, we’re inside the supply closet—no CCTV, no witnesses. And if you, you fucking bastard, try to report me anyway, you’re the one who gets fucked. I’ll just say you tried to sexually harass me and I fought back, and your entire life is finished. You know that already, right? So don’t go running your mouth about reporting this or that. Just take your beating today, you fucking little shit. Regretting it now, aren’t you? That’s what you get for poking a person who was living quietly. Poking me!”

Assistant Manager Mihui dropped the sexual harassment line in a voice full of confidence.

Ah? Sexual harassment.

Yeah, that’s a good idea.

What the hell was this fucking bitch doing over the weekend that she doesn’t even have basic knowledge of gender-reversed Korea?

Must have spent the whole weekend getting railed by guys like the slut she is.

“Hey! Don’t move. Unless you want to lose teeth, you fucking little shit!”

Completely fooled by my perfect acting and lost in her delinquent roleplay, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui raised her right hand and swung it hard at my cheek.

—Smack!

The slap from Assistant Manager Kim Mihui snapped my head to the side.

My cheek burned, and my brain rattled slightly.

She had some real experience hitting people.

Fucking bitch.

Did you play around a lot in school?

“One! Count it! You disabled little shit. You’re taking exactly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twenty today. From now on, you, Yu Sihyun, you son of a bitch—not just inside the company, but outside it too—when I call, you come running like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a bullet! Got it? Fuck, ever since high school I’ve been inconvenienced without any little errand-boy shuttles, so let’s make one at the company. Consider yourself properly marked. Slave.”

Because I took the slap without resistance, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui’s tension shot up.

Playing delinquent again after so long must have brought back the old memories and felt good.

To heighten the dramatic effect, I looked up at her with a face that had the faintest sheen of tears, adding a nice trembling-from-fear touch as well.

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui smirked that infuriating smile of hers and raised her right hand high again.

“Count it! If you don’t want to get hit more. And if you don’t want that pretty little face of yours ruined, hold your cheek out properly!”

Just before her right hand reached my cheek, I snatched her wrist with my left hand in a flash.

Assistant Manager Mihui’s big rabbit-like eyes went wide as she stared at me in shock.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing right now?! Let go! You fucking bastard. Let go of my hand.”

Let go?

You crazy bitch.

Keep dreaming.

Instead of releasing the right hand I was holding, I twisted it inward.

“Aaagh—!!”

Assistant Manager Mihui let out a short cry of pain and grabbed her right hand with her left.

Where does a fucking disabled bitch like you get off using her hands.

I lifted my right leg and drove a hard kick into her left shin.

—Thud! Collapse!

“Hahk!!!”

Her left ankle twisted under the force of my right foot, and she dropped straight down onto her knees.

“You, you fucking bitch. How dare you lay a hand on a man! Laying a hand!”

I put more strength into my left hand and twisted her right wrist further inward. Tears welled in her eyes as she screamed.

“Ahhh-hhk. Fuuuck! L-let go of my right hand. You fucking bastaaard!”

“Your right hand? Does your right hand hurt, you fucking bitch? Fine, I’ll let go. If it hurts, I should let go, right?”

I released the right hand I’d been holding.

In its place, I grabbed a fistful of her long, straight hair and forced the kneeling Assistant Manager Mihui’s head up.

“You fucking bitch. You got excited when I let you hit me, didn’t you? Felt fucking great, right? Did you play around a bit in high school?”

“You fucking bastard. Let go of my hair? Let go. I’m telling you nicely—let go!”

“I’m not letting go. What are you going to do about it if I don’t, you bitch!”

Assistant Manager Mihui screamed with everything she had and tried to shake off the right hand gripping her hair.

But this world’s Yu Sihyun had strength far beyond what his small frame suggested.

Kid worked out hard, huh?

No matter how hard the nearly 180 cm Mihui struggled, she couldn’t break free of the hand holding her hair. I put even more force into my right hand and shoved her head down hard.

“Ah! Aaaaah!! Hey! Fuck. It hurts! It huuurts!”

You fucking bitch.

I know.

I know it hurts.

I’m pressing down hard on purpose so it hurts, you fucking bitch!?

“This fucking bitch still hasn’t come to her senses?”

I tightened my grip on Assistant Manager Kim Mihui’s hair even harder and shook her head side to side.

“F-fuck… Ah… ahh-hhk. S-stop! My hair’s going to fall out, you fucking bastaaard!!!!”

“Hey, who told you to scream like that? You fucking bitch. Shut up. Close that mouth.”

I looked down at her with cold eyes.

She glared right back at me without yielding an inch.

Looks like this bitch isn’t going to be tamed easily.

Then?

She just has to keep getting hit until she’s perfectly trained.

You fucking bitch, you’re finished today.

First, let’s take a look at Assistant Manager Kim Mihui’s character profile.

Knowing the weakness and properly tormenting that weakness is the best way to train someone perfectly.

“Confirm character information.”

I looked at Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.

“The fucking bitch currently caught in my hand, kneeling and barking like a dog.”

—Ding!

—Ding!

“Close character information.”

—Ping!

The Bojichang screen that only I could see closed.

Her weakness is her buttocks?

That was some genuinely interesting information.

Still gripping Assistant Manager Kim Mihui’s hair and shaking her head side to side, I looked down at her white, firm thighs. They were honey thighs with just the right amount of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠muscle on them.

For all that Assistant Manager Kim Mihui’s personality was pure garbage, her face was pretty and her body was good.

She especially had confidence in her thighs and calves, which was why she usually wore short skirts that showed off her legs.

But her weakness was her buttocks.

That was enough to make my mouth water.